❀ Clark ❀
As expected, Robert had ordered that a car pick me up from the airport. And as expected, the driver knew to take me straight to the office and not my apartment. That should have told me something, but the weight of being back in the city had wrapped itself around me like a familiar coat. The endless hum of the traffic, the sleek lines of the surrounding buildings, with all that steel and glass. I hadn’t even realized how much I had started to prefer Willow Creek’s quiet roads and cracked sidewalks until I was surrounded by the polished chaos of the city. The driver pulled into the underground garage of Mason Plumbing’s headquarters, and it honestly felt like I was coming home. Again, that should have told me something, but I ignored it as I grabbed my bag from the passenger seat
